Nobunaga’s Imouto is My Wife

No LED lights, no white fluorescent lights, no light bulbs exist in the Warring States era, as in modern times.

For this reason, in this day and age, 8 o'clock at night will no longer be a dark world.

But instinctively fearful of the dark, modern Japanese ancestors who sought light devised indoor lanterns with sesame seeds (egoma).

They stain the rope with vegetable resin and light it on its tip. Covering the fire with white paper diffuses light and brings thin light into the room for a long time.

This is the style of lanterns used in most of the great houses, martial arts or merchants of the Warring States.

Amidst the blurry lights, I was laying the princess down.

This is the second time me and my wife, she, will be on the floor together.

The City Princess's clothes were completely disturbed, with trendy shoulders and thighs peeking.

My palms are crawling around on that glossy skin.

The princess seemed weak, among other things, on her neck and from the inside of her thighs to around her knees, shaking her body every time I touched her there.

"Dear Sir... Dear Sir Sir..."

"City..."

She calls my name like she's been floated with fever as she's caressed all over her body.

I'm sure that's her, best "treat" ever.

The city princess is given pleasure similar to the blackness by my hand and is in a hurry. As early as a dozen minutes after I pushed her down, I only touched her breasts and thighs, but I didn't touch any direct sexy bands such as nipples or pubic nuclei.

Women of this age, not just the City Princess, cannot speak of their own carnal desires… "I want you to touch me here" and other desires.

"Ah..."

When I stopped caressing the princess's body, she raised a lonely voice.

It's the flesh that just lost its virgin yesterday, but I guess it's slowly remembering how to get pleasure.

Anyway, he has a nasty body that just peaks at his first intercourse.

The potential ability to receive sexual stimulation should be absolutely high.

I wonder how I can elevate that is the one called the Showcase of my husband's power.

I poked my hands next to the princess's neck and looked down at her beautiful face.

The City Princess narrows her moist eyes and smiles.

And when I stretched out those beautiful hands, they slowly stroked along my cheeks.

"Dear Sir... The city, the city is a happy man..."

(Tao) or giggle, says the city princess.

"Let me touch the chancellor, let me touch him like this... I can feel the fever of the chancellor, and that's all I'm happy about... so much so that my chest seems to rip open already..."

"Right..."

I got a little embarrassed.

Actually, I want you to imagine. "I am happy because of you," she confessed, with a grin from the bottom of her heart, as the beautiful girl of the world was ambushed by me. It's weirder not to be able to light it.

I sucked on the princess's glossy lips to mislead such emotions.

She was the one with the surprised look on her face for a moment, but when I tangled her tongue and spit it in, or sipped it out of her - I narrow my eyes and turn to a decent look.

After all, the city princess seems to like kissing.

I asked the princess, who was completely in love with me when I let go of her mouth in front of her when her tongue hurt.

"The city loves me."

"Hiya... I love you so much... I love kissing you..."

"Right."

When I gently kissed her on the lips, that's all the City Princess cramped her body with fright.

Apparently, it's been my last blow to make it supreme.

I knew I had a nasty body.

I whispered with a sweet bite of her earlobes in the ear of the City Princess as I became happy with her worthy of development.

"City, from now on, kissing means kissing. If you don't protect it, it's a cage."

"Huh..."

"City, what do you like to do with me..."

"Kiss..."

"Okay."

I stroked her head slowly as she embraced her sensitive body and intertwined her tongue and saliva, layering her lips with the City Princess again.

But doing that reminded me abruptly.

Yeah, what am I doing?

The purpose of this evening is not to make a mistake.

The first night, you fell asleep faster than me. The purpose was to break the city princess!

I told her with my hands on my chest and a funny-looking happy grin, frightened by myself who had forgotten the purpose of my first shot.

"Speaking of which, I totally forgot..."

"Yes, why should I..."

The princess responds with a sweet voice that makes her spine tingle.

I continued my words rubbing her lower milk so I wouldn't touch my nipples.

"You slept faster than me last night..."

"Yes......"

A city princess whose happy face will shrivel (squash) and soothe as soon as possible.

He is a wife with a different face. I knew it was cute.

"I'm not blaming you, City."

……

I said as I stroked his head.

"But you can't forgive that yourself, can you? Then I'll cage you."

So let everything flow in the water, okay? And when I asked, the princess nodded and woke up from between my arms.

And before I fall asleep, with my messy clothes on, I fold my hips, poke my three fingers, and bow my head.

"Let the city... please... I am a bad wife... as the chancellor wishes... Otherwise, the city cannot forgive itself…"

Um, what is this goddess? I thought as I looked at my wife bowing her head deeply.

Such a woman would surely be extinct in the world I was in.

I dare to say, "Raise your face" while my breasts are full of love for the princess.

The princess's face, which turned this way, was somewhat anxious and contained a slightly frightened color.

I didn't know why.

"I beg you... Dear President. Please, don't hate the city...!

That, with her squeaky voice, finally got to the point.

Maybe the princess thinks I'm being nice because I'm "shuddered".

He interprets the city princess, who did not play the role she was supposed to play in this era, as saying, "Okay, okay, I forgive you," even before the building to the Oda family, who just formed an alliance, thinking, "This guy is a serious, irresistible bitch."

Apparently, the significance of my wife falling asleep before her husband is heavier than I think.

Well... I know that the reputation of the Oda family in the Asai family rests on the shoulders of the princess Taru, our wife, so I'm desperate.

"Right..."

I acted like I was thinking and looked inside the room that was being given to the princess.

Then, is there a floor number (ginger) in the corner of the room?

When I woke up, I tried to walk to the corner of the room to get it.

"Hey, Dear Sir... Huh!

How dare the princess follow me on my feet?

You thought I was angry and tried to get out of the bedroom.

Incidentally, it has often been said by historical studies that men of this age are more prone to be exorbitant than modern times.

It doesn't matter if it's a modern feeling, but it runs out of bees at a time when we don't know it well.

For example, Seung-yu Takeda, the last owner of the Kofi Takeda family, and the late Feng Yun Ko Tae Da political sect in the warrior kingdom, allegedly ran out of bees and went back to their rooms in the middle of their sexual intercourse with the side room. Humble Uesugi had eclampsia as he walked down the castle corridor and stabbed his knife in the column, so it was awesome.

I guess it was the City Princess's behavior because she lives in those times.

"Please forgive me......! The city, the city will change its mind and serve sincerely, the chancellor......!

I was struck by the health of the City Princess and fell in love with her again, but I actually thought that now would be my chance to change the City Princess to my taste in a sexual sense.

I dare to shake off the city princess to strength.

"Ah......" she shouted pitifully, leaning over her hoof and sobbing hard.

I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do for my City Princess development plan.

When I take the floor number, I dare to make a loud noise and put it down beside the city princess who cried out.

The city princess trembles her shoulders frighteningly and stares at this one with still tears.

I glanced into the princess's face as I lowered my back to the floor.

Hmm, the crying face is still cute, and it looks awesome. This is good too.

"City"

"Ha, ha!

A city princess who cries, squeaks up, and still tries so hard to keep her eyes off my face.

I asked her that, as I would do to the minister in the Great Hall, in a slow motion to produce something majestic.

"You said that when you served me in good faith, didn't you?

"Yes...... yes! The city is the wife of the chancellor......! I am the wife of the chancellor......! If it's for Lord Chang's sake, the city will do anything."

"I'll do anything, or... it'll be good"

I stuck my fierce son in front of the city princess.

The City Princess is slightly trembling as she turns her face bright red.

"City, what is this?

"Ah... ugh..."

The princess wanders her gaze between me and my son, stained with shame.

"What are you asking, city?"

"Ma... ma..."

"Ma?"

"Mala..."

That's what the city princess said at the end of the day as she shrugged her ass.

I see, in this day and age, you call me a demon about my son? Well, naturally, because it's a society with a strong Buddhist influence.

"City, listen carefully. You're going to call this" penis "when you're with me."

"Wow... ok..."

The City Princess looks pretty embarrassed too, but I'm pretty embarrassed too... this.

Imagine a situation where a big man would say "penis" to a woman.

... Well, I'll soon forget I'm temporarily embarrassed to make the city princess call me that.

"So, what's going on with this one of mine?

"Oh... that's ha..."

Did the princess reach the extreme of shame, she said this with a shiver as she sifted.

"Ahhhh... the penis of the chancellor...! Turn around, hang out... and no... Good job......! Yes, there seems to be about a foot... such a splendid thing in the city..."

By the way, a foot is a 30 cm. My son is a world-class big sun.

That's why I let it stay buried in the vaginal hole of the princess.

I brought it closer to her beauty, quite excited about my beloved wife's boring appearance.

"City, I'll kick your ass...! Today, from this moment on, you are going to be my only woman...!

"Nah... Master Chang...!

The princess accepts my courtship with a face that has completely wandered off to where she cried earlier.

Does she want to be so-called "bound" around reacting to the word "my woman"?

... Well, I also like to hear from a girl who says, "Make it my man! I'd love to hear it." Still, in the case of the City Princess, I feel somewhat different from me. Maybe he's m by.

By the way, I have a wild imagination that Nobunaga's wife, Princess Homecoming Butterfly, is a dos, but I don't care about that now.

"City, touch it."

I take the white, soft hand of the princess and make her shake my son.

"What do you say? What's it like?

"Ah... hot, it is..."

The city princess says in an upper-rubbed voice, holding my son, as if he had been invaded by that fever.

"Hot... frightened... ahhh...! Wow, it's hard... but it's elastic...! The blood vessels have emerged... ahhh... I can do it..."

You can't go into that much detail. I broke into the city princess on the inside.

But she's totally uplifting her breath and nailing her gaze at my son.

What is this girl, Eloi? I guess I feel that way originally.

"Move your hands, up and down."

"Yes......!

The princess begins to treat my son.

At first, this was noticeable, but the boulder was the sister of the warring kingdom's champion Nobunaga Oda. I remember things well.

Not too strong, not too weak, with an exquisite grip, her thin, supple fingers rubbing my rod.

Besides, the princess said, "Is this OK...? I'm looking up at this one with an uneasy, dirty look that I can't hide.

Oh, I can't wait.

My Big Sun is also thrilled with his wife's healthy appearance and begins to weep from that bell mouth.

Preceding liquid tangles at the beautiful fingertips of the City Princess, making a dirty noise with the chatter.

"City...... Enough"

"Ha... Ha..."

"City!"

"Ha, ha!

I wonder if she was passionate about the hand job, the city princess did not respond to my call and finally responded where she shouted. No, hey, what is this kid nasty?

For one thing, I praise her for being "good," and I'll stroke her head in the reward.

Then the princess gave her a heartfelt look.

"Remember, from now on, when I want you to serve like this. You get it?

"Yes, sir."

The city princess pokes her tripod and bows her head. My starting fluid remained tangled at that fingertip, building a bridge between my supple fingers.

When I realize that, I order the City Princess to "lick it" with my gaze.

Then she turned her face bright red and shook her head.

"You forgot, city. This is bullshit."

When I say awesome, she terrifies, carrying her own fingers wet to my mouth as I go ahead.

In her brain, her fingertips… and including them in her mouth, painted on a man's body fluids, I guess it's something she doesn't even think about.

But she can't resist.

If my husband, me, tells him, the City Princess has to do it.

Or maybe I'm just putting into practice what I was originally interested in and crushing with reason, with a reason to say it was my order.

"Huh......"

Licking up her own fingertips, the city princess shuddered herself loudly as she blurted.

"What flavor?

I'll ask her as nasty as I can.

Then she looked so embarrassed,

"Nah... the taste of Mr. Chang Zheng, I will..."

I said.

I don't know what that is. I thought so only for a moment, but on a good note, it is a princess of the city's answer.

For her, I'm the only man. The taste of a man's body fluids only belongs to me.

I guess that's why the idea of "my flavor" came up.

That makes the City Princess seem so adorable. The liking gauge is going to break the upper limit.

"City"

"Yes......"

The City Princess, who licked all of my starting liquid on her own finger and still kept shaking her finger without getting tired of it, finally returns to me with my voice and gives me an embarrassing look.

Apparently, the City Princess is essentially the type of person who can only see and hear when she begins to immerse herself in it.

As far as I'm concerned, the question remains whether all that value lies in the licking of the hand or the starting fluid. Glad to hear it, though.

I stuck my left finger out to the City Princess silently.

Then the princess draws her intentions and makes her tongue crawl at my fingertips.

"Hmm......"

Feel the hot snort of the city princess on the back of my hand.

Glossy that crawled out of his bright lips.

The raw warmth and tickle I feel on my fingers is pleasant.

Just watch her beautiful face and tongue run back and forth from my fingertips to the ground up, and the awesome sexiness runs through my back.

Black, glossy hair flowed and my patience reached its limit where the white neck muscles were excluded.

"City, incl."

"... ok"

The City Princess puts my fingers in and licks them up moist.

When I hung my hand on her kimono and dropped it hard, the swell with a brilliant tension trying to resist gravity was exposed.

When I reach out my right hand and squeeze it swinging as I sift,

"Huh..."

The City Princess has a fallen in love look and leaks a hot breath as she holds my left finger.

As I indulge in the softness of her breasts with my right hand, from time to time, I try to imprint my light peach nipples.

Then the princess raised her sweet gasp and applied more tongue service to my left finger.

While caressing repeatedly, his beloved wife's nipples range from sifty softness to tenacity, stiffness and gummy hardness.

I also felt the City Princess dawning in her service to my fingers and ordered her to "comfort her own nipples and pubic nuclei".

I guess her head is completely stained with lust. He did not resist, but crawled his supple fingertips into the breasts and crotches of those who had not been molested by me.

When I crush my nipples, rub them up, and rub them in to squeeze the breasts themselves out of their roots, the Princess's tongue moves more intensely.

But suddenly she let go of her mouth from her fingers and put her buttocks on.

"What's up? You didn't tell me to stop."

When I say that, the City Princess begins to shake her head with her hands covered in her face.

Return to me, I guess I've embarrassed myself.

But how come at this time...?

That's who I thought it was, but I saw the hoof laying under her crotch soaking wet with some liquid, and I guessed everything.

When I leave the floor, I whisper with my face in the City Princess's ear.

"... you almost reached it?

Bikun, and the princess's body jumps. Apparently, you were right.

She licked my fingers, consoled her own nipples and pubic nuclei while I loved her breasts, and she almost peaked, I guess, and returned it to me.

My aggressive service and masturbation for a chaste city princess should have been nothing but embarrassing.

But this was a good opportunity from me.

"Open your mouth."

"Oh... please be patient... the city is already embarrassed... my head..."

Open it.

"Ugh... Dear President..."

"You're the one who said you'd do anything, but open your mouth"

Jump off your beloved wife's petition and order her.

As her body daunts, the City Princess opens its glossy mouth.

"Cover me."

"Oh... no..."

When I push the Big Sun, the boulder city princess hesitates.

That's right. Even men have a lot of nerve licking a woman's genitals. Even women should be the same.

Besides, my son is world class. It should be pretty tough for the city princess.

But development is something that involves difficulties. Impossible must be pushed with knowledge.

……

"Hey, if it's for Lord Chang's sake, the city...!

All I did was stick the Big Sun out in front of her, but it looks like the City Princess made up her own mind. Open your mouth wide and tuck in the tortoise head portion of the Big Sun.

When I gently stroke her head, the princess goes further toward my belly and swallows her son.

"Try to comfort yourself, as you did earlier"

"Huh..."

I kept the Big Sun inside the City Princess, and it didn't move.

Naturally, she is a good place to serve with her mouth.

I can't let it move poorly here, and I can't let it make me feel resistant to Ferratio.

So to speak, he took the princess's virgin. The guy who gangs his hips against the virgin from the start will only be an idiot. It is the same as that.

I was stroking my healthy loving wife's head without moving my hips, but suddenly I realized her tongue had started crawling through my son and I accidentally groaned.

Both hands of the city princess crawl through her breasts and crotch, enhancing its sexiness. With that, her tongue service began.

I stroke her head, touch her ears, tickle her like I stir her aunt.

Then the nose of the city princess, whose mouth is blocked by a fellatio, becomes rough and moves more intensely.

"Keep going......!

After a while, I feel the City Princess's movements have weakened, and I find out that her peak is close.

Put both hands down on her rich chest and pay off one of her hands, which had stopped moving, and I picked up my stiff, stiff nipples.

"Mmmm...... Mmmm!!

The princess's hips tremble, bounce, bounce.

My tongue shrinks and with it stimulates my penis, which was forming deep inside her.

Not only did I remember tongue service to my fingers and son, but I also remembered how incredibly excited I was about her dementia, and I couldn't bear it.

"... I'll get it out!

I fix the princess's head and radiate a large amount of hot, dull semen into her chambers.

The fever, its egumi, its raw odor occupies the nostrils from within the princess's chambers and offends the cerebral marrow through the sense of smell.

The top of the city princess was even more extreme, and when she spit out my big sun, she shook herself around her waist whimpering.

"Make a bowl out of your palm and spit it out."

I trembled to the top and ordered as I peered into the face of my beloved wife, waving a tremendous hue.

Then she spread both palms as I instructed and began to drip the massive amount of seed juice that was spreading all over her mouth.

"Dear Mr. Chang Zheng... Mr. Chang Zheng..."

The city princess stares at me with her vain eyes.

A city princess with my semen all over her palm and a totally swinging face.

Loved face and vain eyes. I command her with a glitzy eye, feeling the pleasure of loving her and her spine about to play.

"Paint it on your chest."

"Oh... ahhh..."

The most beautiful girl in the warring kingdom was shivering her hips as she applied my semen into the symbolic breast of motherhood, dripping tons of love fluid from the base of her crotch.

Tons of white samen to be painted all over the bright white breasts.

A cloudy solution having such viscosity and concentration as to render its dye invisible is also applied over a light peach nipple.

Seeing it, I was caught in the illusion as if I had conquered her flesh.

"City... smells amazing..."

"Oh... terrible, terrible, my Lord Chief Executive..."

With her vain eyes, but she doesn't try to stop me from spreading my semen on her chest.

That's probably due to the first word I hung on the City Princess.

And to be pointed out, my beloved wife wants it at its roots.

"It only stinks of me, my only woman... Oh, city, you're my woman, after all."

I couldn't even say anything to my words, and the princess gave me a wholeheartedly happy look as a woman, shaking her body in horror.